Signs of Age

Horowhenua Chronicle, 16 November 1916, Page 2

Signs of Age

(By WALT MASON.) I realise, with bitter grief, I'm in the sere arid yellow leaf. The things that once excited mo, and made me throw two fits or three no longer make the old/ appeal, and quite indifferent I feel. When Presidential fights were on. in happy times forever gone, for days together I saw rod; I hardly ever • went to bed. I rally thought if A should win, a golden, era would begin; I really thought if A should lose we'd have, to soak our shirts and shoes to buy our hungry children bread, and life would be a thing of dread. But now I hear the statesmen roar the same old thunder as of yore, andi not a tremor do I feel, and not a warning makes appeal. I know that when the. fuss as done, and A has lost, and B has won, we'll all plod on the same old way, and saw our woad and bale our hay and love and laugh, and sing and sigh, and woo and wed and work and 1 die.